Chapter 1
"Cammie"
The voice was easily ignored. The rage, the compulsion drove me. There was no room for morals, no room for feelings apart from the rage. It was all I could seem to feel at the moment, whenever I open my eyes to the moment I close them again. Nothing shifted it, I had become primal, animal.
"Cameron Grey!" The voice became rough. The owner of the voice's hand grabbed my upper arm making me snarl. It was right there, "Calm yourself!"
The voice softened, almost lulled me. The hand still gripped me like a vice, however, but his booted foot kicked the back of my leg so I fell to my knees.
The soft, watery mud softened my landing but the watery substance brought a chill to my bones. "I need you to feed!" His other hand stroked my hair like he was trying to calm the animal inside me but the animal wanted out. it wanted to be let loose and wreak havoc on the human tied up in front of me, it wanted to join my new family down in the valley.
The hand holding me back slowly let go, once I was free I pounced on the human. I straddled his waist bringing his neck towards my fangs. I could hear his heart beat fill my ears and pound like it was my own. I grabbed a hold of the human's collar and sank my fangs into his neck, the blood poured down my neck like a river.
It's warm thick texture rolled around my tongue and I could feel the child inside me devour the small gift i was giving her. It slowly got better, the adrenaline drove me apart as I growled, feeding wilder.
The human whimpered just as the fear kicked in. It was heaven. This was what I loved about being a Vampire; the feeding, the smell of emotions, the hunt, it was liberating. My mouth became dry, confused, I pushed the body away and smiled. I drained the human dry.
I've noticed over my ex-amount of years feeding, that humans turn white and that the wound becomes bruised. I don't know why but it fascinated me.
"Well done, my pet." My maker, Herrick wrapped me up in his arms, pressing his lips against my temple. His hands folded around my stomach, "Is the baby satisfied?"
I looked over my shoulder at my maker. He touched my cheek, wiping away the excess blood. I smiled lazily, the man before me was gorgeous. Deep, ocean blue eyes and blonde curling hair. He was MY maker, I was his and he was mine at this moment.
"Cammie!"
"Cammie!" I blinked, snapping myself out of my tormented day dream. I was doing it a lot lately. I looked up from my desk and found Bella, she held little Heather in her arms, "She cried for you."
"I bounced out of my seat and took my little girl from her. I held her against my chest, rocking her slowly, my arm around her back as she wrapped her tiny legs around my waist.
I stroked her raven hair as she started to settle again. I looked over my shoulder at Bella who was leaning against the door of my office, "I don't think it's a good idea to leave her here alone. You, Cole and Hailey just go, I'll stay with her."
"Are you sure? We can stay off and help." Bella asked.
"It's okay." I nodded, I sank onto the couch sighing.
The door to my office closed over and I looked down at little Heather. Her breathing was heavy and uneven, it broke my non-existent heart just looking at her. Vampires aren't meant to breathe, our heart isn't meant to beat but little Heather's does. She was human but frozen like a Vampire. And it was all my fault.
"Mummy!" Heather coughed, I lifted her up as I stood up. I carried the little one through the workshop and up the stairs to the bedrooms. I walked past Cole's and Bella's stopping at the end to Heather's. I normally slept in my office, on the couch but in this occasion I stayed with my little girl.
I opened the door and closed it behind me. I carried her across the room towards her day bed which was big enough to fit us both in. I kicked off my boots and lay Heather under her soft lavender duvet. I took my black suit jacket off and rolled my sleeves up to my elbows. I pulled the edge of the covers over her shoulder and tucked her in. I lay next to her, my hands clasped together on my stomach.
Heather's arm reached over and touched my hip, I took her clenched fist and held it in mine. I worry about her, I worry that one day her frail body won't be able to take any more hardship and die, I worry she'll change into a Vampire and become like her father or worse, me. At least Herrick could control himself, I couldn't, at least not until I learned the truth.
The truth broke my world in two, my maker was dead to me that day and normally that is rarely, almost impossible to do but he did it. I fled with Heather. We took refuge with a small clan of Vampires that never stayed in a place twice.
"Mummy!" Heather mumbled, I looked over at her and saw tear fill her eyes, "I ache."
"Honey, I know." I stroked her cheek, "Tell me where it hurts?"
"Chest!" She whispered.
I lifted her so she lay against my chest. I placed my cold hands on her chest, she relaxed seconds later, "Any better?" She nodded then turned towards me. I was lying with one hand on her back and the other on her chest, her head on my shoulder.
"Tell me a story." Heather said and I smiled.
"Anything in particular?" I asked but she shook her head, "Okay, Once upon a time, a small young girl with long red hair danced through a forest. She twirled and skipped amongst the leaves that lay on the ground. The birds tweeted songs as she danced. The little girl giggled with joy..."
Heather wasn't breathing. Her small eyes were closed and I sighed with silent relief, this was becoming rarer and rarer with the past six hundred years.
I took this small miracle and slept myself, I don't know when I'd get another chance.
